Dreamt

Chapter 11

AN: No new content in this chapter.

The next few hours, Sakura spent at the entry to the hideout, staring into the sky. All her muscles tensed to the point of hurting. Evening came, then night. She came back into the hall, started a fire. How long? How long would stopping a war take?

Madara was finding out that quite long indeed. When he came back to the battlefield, the first thing he had to do was to get Obito out of trouble. But he was confronted with such a fury of attacks from Naruto and Sasuke that it cost him enough just to stand on his own.

He would stop the war, but not as a defeated party. He would first bring them to their knees. But that was proving to be increasingly difficult, especially now when he couldn't go for lethal blows. It was good that his opponents didn't notice it yet…

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Sasuke, frozen in a jutsu, was hanging mid-air, Madara's katana drawing blood from his chest. Naruto laid unconscious a couple of meters away.

Not lowering his sword, Madara turned away from Sasuke.

"This is over. This war is over. Gather your wounded and go."

With full force, he swung Sasuke's immobilized body at the lying Naruto.

"Reverse Kuchiyose." Gedo Mazou disappeared, having shocked Obito landing next to him.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly.

"I am ending the war. There will be no Tsukuyomi."

"Madara!" The rage and utter despair in Obito's roar almost scared him.

"Obito. Will you disobey?" Madara plunged his eyes into the younger Uchiha. For a very long while, Obito held his gaze. A threateningly long while. Until he finally dropped his head.

"Retreat."

"Wait!" Naruto scrambled in the dirt, fighting for every breath. "Sakura… Where is Sakura?"

If he doesn't respond he would have the brat on his heels from now until he actually succeeded in his 'rescue mission'.

"She is fine. Wait for her in Konoha."

"How should I trust you?!"

"That's your problem."

It took all his mental power to go through it. To destroy the work of the last decades with his own hand. All that he dreamt of, all he believed in, his meticulous creation, all done for. And what now? He felt like a shell again, like then when he lost to Hashirama. Or even worse – because now he has lost to himself.

But depressive was not what Uchiha Madara's reaction was. It was fury, a bloody rage. He craved for an opponent to fight and beat, to tear apart with all the cruelty penned up. Of all the emotions, only hatred remained. He wanted the blood to flow, to strike and kick to exhaustion, to lose himself in the battle. The only thing where he found true abandon. To forget what just happened. What he did.

He entered the hall. Sakura was already standing in the middle. Her eyes opened with fear when she saw him. He looked like a demon. Yet he came back, chose to live, chose life. And now in this hall, life was her. She must make him feel alive again. Drag him away from death and the mirages he was drowning in. Sakura straightened her arms to the sides.

"I'm here."

All her instincts told her to run but she fought this urge. She cannot move away from him now. She must be with him even if he scares her to death, even if he poses a real threat. He looked as if he was still on the battlefield, triangulating an enemy to attack. She needs to show him that she is on his side no matter what. That she accepts him, together with all his demons. Words won't reach him. Without taking her eyes away off the spinning Sharingan, Sakura opened her vest. She loved him, she had to remind herself. Somewhere, there was the man she loved. It should make it easier, even if it wasn't about her love or desire now. It was a declaration. Very deliberately, she undid her chest bindings to stand topless in front of him.

She stretched out her arms, turning them so that the inner parts were facing him. A gesture of surrender more than love or seduction. It was about showing loyalty and conviction for her. About partaking in the most death-defying, death-negating act that there is for him. If only he goes along with it…

He moved towards her in long strides, he looked like he was attacking. She didn't move. She cannot offer any resistance, cannot put any walls between them now. He was battle-crazed, half mad, she knew that much, so he will probably hurt her. But it would be much worse to move away.

He pushed her on the ground. Not like then, in the dream, when he swiftly maneuvered her on hands and knees on the training ground. He just shoved her two meters away and if it wasn't for the wall she hit, it would have been an additional two at least. Her knees were bloodied and it hadn't even really begun.

She saw him coming. He was undoing his armor, opening his pants. Oh, good, they were getting the similar idea about what was going to happen here… Alternative to her getting killed on the spot, for example.

Sakura turned, still on her knees, him right next to her, his manhood exposed. Before he could shove her again, she reached to his cock, grabbed it, put her mouth around it. She remembered how to do it from the dream, but still it was different. She was about to move her head and hands when he thrust with full force. Instinctively she jerked back, but Madara held her hair and pulled. He was holding her head tightly now, moving it as if it didn't belong to her. The thrusts were going much too deep to be comfortable. It wasn't pleasant, far from it, but she could feel his lust, sense the pleasure she was giving, and it made her… warm inside? Sakura touched his thigh – it was so hard she couldn't believe it was flesh. She pulled him towards her, encouraging him to go further, even if there was nowhere further to go. His thrusts went even more wild. And then after a particularly strong one he didn't withdraw himself. Sakura felt his cum, tried to swallow it, managed to only long seconds later when he finally moved away.

Madara pulled her up, pinned her against the wall. When he tore her pants off her, his hand brushed along the kunai holster on Sakura's thigh and stopped there. He took the kunai out. She glanced back – he was weighing the kunai in his hand… And put it against her back. Sakura felt a line lazily drawn up along her spine – hard enough to hurt, not deep enough to draw blood.

"Do it. If you need it – do it."

Kunai stopped between her shoulder blades.

"Whatever it is you need now, just do it. I'm here."

She pressed against the blade. He didn't move it away. She pressed harder - the blade pierced her skin. It started to move, cutting downwards in a curve. The blade went across her spine and up again. Sakura gathered her hair out of the way. Not that they were really in the way, they were far too short for that. She just wanted… to state her participation. In cutting that Uchiha crest into her skin.

Finished. A thud of kunai burying in the wood. Sudden cold on Sakura's waist where his hand had been. And a jolt of most awkward sensation when he licked the crest. He licked lower down her spine, and lower still along the trickle of blood. The shivers were growing stronger, traveling from her heels to the places behind her eyes. Adrenaline rising, but not only the adrenaline. Just a bit more and maybe she can even enjoy it. She felt so acutely conscious of everything now. Of air entering her lungs, the pattern on the stone wall before her, the sound of her own pulse. Madara was almost kneeling behind her. A bit more, just a bit more…

He stood up abruptly, kicked her legs open. His cock was pushing against the entrance.

Ready or not, here it comes. Sakura stared intensely at the stones millimeters from her eyes. Arched her back to ease the entry, held her breath.

'Thud!' Dust from the crushed wall bit her eyes as Madara's fist landed just away from her face.

Not good. Not good at all. Sakura froze, moved her eyes to focus them on the fist next to her cheek. The cracked crater was marked with blood. His blood this time. 'Blood and blood all over again. Why does there have to be so much blood in this joining?!'

Slowly, Madara's hand moved. He was stretching his fingers until it was just a palm pressing against the stone.

"Not like this." His voice was rough, cracked, as if his throat was all scorched. "Not like this. I will not disregard you like this."

He paced towards the door at the end of the hall.

"Heal that, dress and come."

Sakura felt shell-shocked. What had just happened? Where did all that blood lust and rage dissipate? He got it under control finally? He seemed angry, but with a normal human emotion now. Was he angry at himself?

Sakura felt suddenly very conscious of her state. Hurrying towards him she picked up her vest, started putting it on…

"I said heal it!"

"No." She bit her tongue too late. She would never want to erase the memories of that moment. The moment they both danced on the tip of that knife. One of these moments when the shape of your life gets decided. Sometimes you recognize those only years later. She lived through this one with full consciousness. And it was what was terrifying about it, not the kunai on her back.

"I mean, I don't mind it, really. I want to keep it." He gave her a very strange look. "Does it bother you? Will it upset you when we… when I undress?"

"No, it won't. But you're getting a more appropriate crest."

He disappeared in the darkness of the corridor. Sakura hurried, pushing her skirt downwards. Futile effort; her bottom was showing without doubt.

She could hardly keep up with his pace when he was going through seemingly endless corridors. Fortunately, he had to stop sometimes to find the way, which was when she could catch up. He seemed calm enough though. Actually collected and focused on the task.

"Where are we going?" Sakura decided to risk a question.

"To get married."

AN: Thanks for reading and I would love to hear your opinion about this chapter!

The most amazing yomi-gaeru graced me with illustration to this chapter! Take a look, it's breathtaking: yomi-gaeru. tumblr post /175645477256 (link's very incomplete, but that seems to be as much as one can currently post. If you google this phrase it should still work) Warning: the picture is nsfw and there is some blood depicted (nothing too gory though, imo)